Chapter 751: Thin and Shapeless
Jiang Fubao staggered and his eyes widened.
"Where is he? Where is Brother Bujiu? Everyone from the clinic has gone to check on him, but is it useless?" As she spoke, her chest heaved violently and even her legs went weak. Pan Erya and Xue Huan hurried to support her.
"In Lianshan Town, in order to make it easier for the doctors at Ren'ai Clinic to see him, he was sent back at the beginning of the month. He has been lying in the home of Director Dong ever since..." Before he could finish his words, Jiang Fubao got on the carriage.
"Shitou, hurry up, go back to Lianshan Town, quickly--" Jiang Fubao roared for the first time, his eyes were a little red, and even the blue veins on his temples were clearly visible.
Pan Shitou quickly whipped his whip.
The horse felt pain and ran forward quickly.
They returned to Lianshan Town just before dark.
There was no time to go home, so Jiang Fubao asked Pan Shitou to park the carriage at Sanshan School.
After getting off the carriage, she didn't care about anything else, knocked on the door and ran in quickly.
It was just getting dark and Dong Wei hadn't slept yet. He couldn't sleep either. His grandson had been in a coma for a month and still hadn't woken up. His already gray hair had suddenly turned all white. Dong Qingyi also returned to the Dong family to take care of her son. Meng Zhixiang wanted to come back, but there were too many things going on in the government office and he couldn't get away.
The entire Dong family was shrouded in a dark cloud; not a single smile appeared on the faces of the servants, including the doorman.
No, the doorman did. When he saw that it was Jiang Fubao knocking on the door, he laughed so hard that he almost cried.
"Miss Fubao, the young master is in his room, don't run to the wrong place." The doorman shouted at Jiang Fubao's back.
"Okay——" Jiang Fubao replied.
Jiang Fubao ran to Meng Bujiu's yard in one go, and without even catching his breath, he pushed open the door and went in.
"Fubao? You, you're back? Fubao, go and see what happened to Buju, he's sobbing." Dong Qingyi, who had been guarding her son's side, burst into tears the moment she saw Jiang Fubao. She cried so hard that she was out of breath and couldn't speak. This made Jiang Fubao very heartbroken.
The last time my godmother cried like this was when my godfather was sick.
As the wife of the prefect, Gan Niang has always been dignified in public. She would never have acted like this if the person she cared about most was not in danger of his life.
It seems that brother Bujiu is seriously injured.
"Godmother, don't worry, I'm back. Don't cry. If brother Bujiu hears it, he will be worried and it will be bad for him." Jiang Fubao didn't have time to coax her. He just said one sentence and came to the bedside.
However, when she saw Meng Bujiu's face, her heart ached.
In just one month, I lost so much weight?
The skin on his face covered the bones. His already tall nose became even straighter without the support of cheek flesh, reaching straight up into the sky. It looked very strange. His lips were bloodless and dry with a layer of dead skin. His eyes were tightly closed. If it weren't for the breathing sound at the tip of his nose, she would have thought...
Jiang Fubao's eyes turned red unconsciously.
She pulled Meng Bujiu's wrist out from under the quilt and took his pulse.
Dong Qingyi covered her mouth and dared not cry for fear of disturbing her.
Grandma Dong Weirong also heard the noise and came over.
Three people stood by, staring at Jiang Fubao eagerly.
"Mother, why don't you send someone to find me?" After the examination, Jiang Fubao breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, brother Bujiu could still be saved. He just needed to slowly clear the blood clots in his head with silver needles.
"We looked for you, but couldn't find you. There was a flood there and we had no idea where you were. Your godfather sent three teams to look for you at full speed, but they couldn't find you." Dong Qingyi said while wiping away tears.
"It's all my fault. When I saw the flood, I took a detour. Damn it, it's all my fault. If I had waited where I was, I would have returned long ago and wouldn't have..." Jiang Fubao felt a little guilty.
"Don't talk nonsense. It has nothing to do with you. You did nothing wrong." Dong Wei and Dong Qingyi said in unison.
"Fubao, how is the young master?" Granny Rong asked anxiously.
"There is blood clot in the brain, which needs to be cleared with silver needles. It may take half a year at the longest and a month at the shortest. I will do my best. Don't blame your brother, how has he eaten these days?" Jiang Fubao couldn't bear to look at him again.
Meng Bujiu was too thin, and looked completely different from what she saw when she left.
Her voice was a little nasal, and her vision became blurry and misty.
"He was in a coma the whole time and couldn't eat. Fortunately, your disciples came to see him every day, examined his pulse, and prescribed nourishing medicine to keep him alive. He only drank half of the two bowls of food he was supposed to drink, so he managed to hold on until you came back."
Dong Qingyi couldn't stop crying, she almost thought she was going to lose her only child.
"I'm sorry, mother-in-law." Jiang Fubao blamed himself again.
She shouldn't have changed route.
She had not expected that Meng Bujiu would encounter such a thing, and it also sounded a wake-up call for her. Grandpa and grandma were old, and if they went on a long trip, they had to write a letter and send it back to them every time they arrived at a place. The letter had to clearly state where her next stop was, otherwise if something happened at home, they would not be able to find her.
There are no cell phones here.
If she came back and encountered a similar situation, or if her grandparents couldn't stick around until she came back, she couldn't imagine how devastated she would be.
"Fubao, don't always blame yourself. This has nothing to do with you. Don't say that." Dong Qingyi said in a crying voice.
Jiang Fubao nodded and said nothing more. She kept the golden needle in her carriage all the time, just in case anyone got sick on the road so that she could help treat the illness.
Xue Huan and Pan Erya followed in closely. Xue Huan happened to be holding a medicine box with the golden needles in it.
"Miss, I was afraid you would need gold needles, so I brought the medicine box." She said breathlessly.
"Okay, open it. I just need it."
Xue Huan didn't expect Jiang Fubao really wanted to use gold needles, and was glad that she brought the medicine box.
A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Fubao washed his hands and began to clear the blood clots for Meng Bujiu. After a while, Meng Bujiu's head was covered with golden needles, like a hedgehog.
Seeing their son and grandson like this, Dong Wei and his daughter were heartbroken.
"Okay, I'll come again tomorrow morning. I'll go back to the clinic to get some medicine. I just looked at the tonic prescription they wrote, and it's missing a few ingredients. Get them ready and have someone bring them over. Boil them into three bowls, and you can drink one bowl at a time, three times a day. Remember, don't miss even one." Brother Bujiu's pulse was really too weak.
She had just inserted several needles into the most painful acupuncture points, but Brother Bujiu did not wake up. In order to save his life, she could only continue to keep him alive with medicine.
After that, Jiang Fubao left the Dong family.
Half an hour later, Pan Erya brought the medicine personally.
A whole bag.
The maid who was in charge of decocting the medicine was stunned when she saw that there was a whole ginseng root in each packet of medicine.
This kind of large ginseng would be sold for at least a hundred taels outside.
How much money does it cost to buy so many packages?
She thought her masters all knew about this, so she didn't say anything. However, Dong Wei and Dong Qingyi didn't know that Jiang Fubao had used up all the ginseng stocks in the shop, and even bought ginseng from the pharmacy in Lianshan Town.